.

she brought over the toothbrush
should some bell now be ringing?
there's a ringing in my ears
but i doubt that's it
i told her there's an bottomless abyss
i live in
i think she missed that part
there's a lot of sunshine
these days
i wonder who's to blame
just a little fix of innocence
just a bit of oblivion
it's manageable
no sweat

for breakfast
man must break an egg
said russel edson
and to reach the wizard
you must break down the walls

the crack's where the light comes in
etc etc

you must touch the wound
to make sure it's there
and face the light
to make sure you see
and to squeeze the heart
to see if it still makes noise

so beat the fucker
whack the bastard
until there's no question

not mine tho

i'm good

eye to eye, straight
still i wonder
if you can see me
and what am i seeing

so much is taken for granted
but i can see the veil
wavering, alive
with million reflections

so much is taken for granted
but it is a mystery
where one ends
and another begins

do you ever wonder that?
the water is deep, very deep
and very dark

pandora's box

i dreamed of my crooked hands again
the recuring dream of my life
bones all twisted and dislocated
fingers pointing in different directions
no pain, just inconvenience
i try to fix it, pulling the bones
to their right places
futile, as always
i wake up to a phone call
too slow to answer it
check the caller from internet
someone's trying to sell something
i have no money, or interest in products
without pharmacological qualities
so i brew some coffee and blow my nose
i've been eating a lot of zinc
and kept the box closed
still my nose keeps running
one by one the leaves are severed
i can see them fall all the way
across my window
'shouldn't you be somewhere,
doing something?' someone asks
inside my head
'shouldn't you?' someone answers
it's not a long conversation
i guess i should make use
of the precious time i am given
so before saving the whales
i'll brew another cup of coffee
and pick up another book

overrated
a bit inflated, i guess
with all the hype
not worthless, anyway
as good as any other

as good as the butcher
whistling a tune
while slicing the pig

as good as the kitchen drainpipe
stuck with grease

as good as my big black shoe
waiting at the door

as good as the shiny matador
dodging a bull
before a bloodthirsty crowd

yet it moves, and keeps rotating
and the dust keeps cheering

caught a fly from the air
and melted an iceberg
tricked the sun
set the sky ablaze
and put the moon
in my pocket
all for amazing grace

spent all my merit
to keep the wheels turning
saved only the last penny
for tossing a coin
at the next crossroads

-

you are radiant there
pouring coffee in a red bathrobe
like a new day being broken open

and there's some september dew

on the window too

i know no words can comfort you now
  so i remain silent